My neighbors are all good people

my life is full of pleasures for them.

 

 

In summer when we become restless

in humid weather, itching spreads

all over our bodies, our neighbors

fall down as clouds and rain on our corrugated iron roofs;

in a boat of some miraculous melodies

we go to the marshy lands to look for lotuses.

 

When I come back from  a faraway village

after enjoying an opera show for a whole night,

my neighbor the polar star helps me to take my route.

 

Noise from vehicles, mills and factories.

deafens all day along. I want only to keep

silent in my hut; my neighbor then do not speak.

 

11 July 2004

 

 

‘আমার প্রতিবেশীরা’ কবিতার অনুবাদ

[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]